Moony

Padfoot

Wormtail

PRONGS

SiriusRemus

Loony for Moony

Disclaimer: I do not own contents of the HP books.

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When Quidditch season starts to roll round, it's a general time for Slytherin's to get back on their feet, everyone to train, and wait for a brilliant prank for the marauders, because when said season ends, chaos ensues.

People still argue over whether two of the marauders being on the team a good thing or a bad one.

Sirius the beater, and James the seeker would hang out with the other players more, and practise a hell of a lot, while Remus and Peter would reside to the common room fire, the library or the kitchens- though, no one knew the last one. As a group, they hung out a lot less and thus played a lot less pranks, but with Peter accompanying Remus to the library, the larger amount of study time became research time. Of course, this meant they had the freedom to assign James and Sirius the crappy jobs.

Peter had abandoned Remus to find the other two, telling him that they needed to 'catch up'. Remus had nodded and got out a book to study from.

"That sounds like a brilliant idea!" James exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear and forgetting that he was meant to go back to the other players when he'd finished talking to Peter.

"And once he's learnt to fly, we could escape from pranks and stuff easier. With Sirius teaching him, it should be a snap," Peter reminded.

Sirius was not as eager. "I just have a bad feeling about this one. I can do dates, but teach someone something? That's Moony's area. Teaching someone to fly? What if he falls off his broom?!"

A glint lit up in a pair of hazel brown eyes that hid behind glasses. "That's brilliant Padfoot! We can make him fall-"

"Wait a second!"

"-And then you can catch him-"

"What do you mean?!"

"-And he'll be all like 'oh, my knight in shining armour-"

"I think not."

"-And you can do whatever it is gay people do when they get together. Can you marry?"

"Not in the muggle world," came a voice just to the side. The three jumped out their skins and spun around, seeing a thin frail marauder there waiting. He looked someone pissed, though kept his normal calm aura.

"Remmie, talk them out of it please?"

A sandy brow rose. "Why should I do that?"

"Because it's a health and safety hazard!"

"I only heard the last few sentences. Besides, it's only a health and safety hazard if the plotters have not looked at all possibilities. Like hangman in a way."

James puffed his chest out a little, trying not to show that he was fazed by being caught. "Elaborate, Mr. Moony."

Remus giggled softly. "Twenty-six choices, representing the alphabet, and eleven possibilities, representing the times you can get it wrong before you die."

The three looked on, Peter sort of grasping the concept, but the other two looking a little lost.

Getting out a paper and quill, Remus set them down on a table, the four crowding round. He drew a rough picture of the basic hangman game, complete, and held it up.

"Hangman, I trust you all know it?"

Peter and James nodded; Sirius frowned and bit his lip. "That game you played with someone once. And you have to guess a word?"

"Exactly, now, let's take a problem…give me one."

James grinned. "Being a werewolf."

There was a short silence where Remus gave James a sarcastic look before scribbling the word down like it was venom. "Ok, we're going to write down sixteen choices someone would have to deal with this problem."

"Twenty six," Peter corrected.

"No, because if we try think of that many we'll be here for the rest of eternity."

Sirius sat down and folded his arms. "Well, we'll just have to be here for the rest of eternity, shan't we my fellow marauders?"

Two sat down, agreeing happily. Remus sighed and slumped in a seat.

"Fine, fine, but I'm leaving soon and no one is going to stop me."

Werewolf: how to deal with it.

1. TELL SOMEONE

"Prongsie, your writing is so messy," Sirius complained, pouting a little.

"We're on paper plotting guys, it means we can't talk," Remus scolded.

Sirius grumbled and took out his own black quill.

Prongsie, your writing is so messy.

UNFOURTUNATELY, I WAS NOT BROUGHT UP IN YOUR HOUSE.

2. Try live a normal life

3. Commit suicide.

4. Don't do number three

Ok, that doesn't count. It's like coming up with babble so you can waste time.

Don't care, it's a rule.

A rule? Since when were these rules?

THAT one is a rule.

The Messer of that rule should be shot.

I think we should have a vote.

Mr. Padfoot votes for number four to be a rule, and to count.

Mr. Wormtail seconds said movement.

MR. PRONGS THIRDS SAID MOVEMENT.

Mr. Moony thinks he is surrounded by idiots.

5. GET IN TOUCH WITH A MEDIC

6. Read lots so you can get a scholarship

7. Get a girlfriend

How is that an option?

They make you happy.

Mr. Padfoot has a point.

Mr. Moony strongly disagrees with said point.

Fine.

7. Get a boyfriend.

8. FIND A GROUP OF CLOSE FRIENDS YOU CAN TRUST

9. Don't beat yourself up about it like some people.

I resent that.

You kind of do…

10. Do your own hangman and stop stealing ours.

11. Stay away from Blacks to reduce stress.

That HURTS, Remmie!

12. We're talking about a lot of stress, so underline number eleven.

Remus moved back up the page and underlined the sentence, ignoring the comment between.

13. Don't be stiff like certain Lupin persons.

Prat.

14. Don't flirt constantly with a Black while there are others trying to concentrate.

We are not flirting.

15. DON'T DO DENIAL

I'm not in denial either.

16. Be normal, because you are normal.

17. Don't be sappy on a piece of paper.

Good thing this doesn't count to me then, huh?

Bastard.

OH, MOONY SWORE!

Piss off Potter; I have better things to do. I think we all understand the concept.

"I have to go do stuff, goodbye," Remus said, packing his quill and paper, standing and getting ready to go.

"Wait!"

The three looked at Sirius expectantly.

"Um…" the boy started to get a nervous sweat, running a hand through his straightened hair and looking around the room shakily. "I'm going to go train later, James and Pete were going to come, and you should too. We never hang out during Quidditch season."

Remus looked away. "Not my fault, I'm always in the library."

"Which is why we plan on fixing the fact…please?"

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"Remus, I have something to ask of you. I need to get James to leave me alone, and I have come to only one option."

"What is it you need, Lily. You know James is my best friend, right?" Remus asked, turning in his seat a little.

She sighed, playing with the hem of her skirt. "I know, but I'm your friend too, right? And you don't want him pining over me forever when he could be dating people who want to date him?"

"I guess your right…what do you have in mind?" Remus asked.

Lily's green eyes hardened. "I need to go on a date with Sirius Black."

Remus felt himself choke on air. "Excuse me? Did I hear you right? You want to date Sirius Black?"

"I don't want to, I need to. There's a difference."

"Oh no…Lily Evans likes Sirius Black…"

Lily flushed and looked horrified. "I don't like him, Remus! I want James to get over me and on with his life. Sirius Black is his best friend, if his crush dates his best friend he's sure to say 'ok, you two are happy, I'll get over her' because he'll want to keep Black more than me."

Amber eyes glanced around nervously, looking for an escape. "I don't think it's possible. Besides, you and Paddy hate each other…don't tell him I called him Paddy, by the way."

"Interesting choice of name…but you're right, we do hate each other. Maybe Peter?"

"Yeah, that could work…though; Peter's more likely to want to reserve James' heart. He really respects James."

Lily lit up, grinning madly. "Then you'll do it, right?!"

"What, me?! I don't think so- besides, I have a feeling they think I'm not interested in girls…and stuff…really complicated."

"I have a while."

"I'm going on a date with Paddy."

There was a certain light in Lily's eyes that made the werewolf worry that she knew something he didn't know. About him…about his Sirius.

Wait, what? Their Sirius…

"I'll think about it, Lily…I'll think about it."

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Remus looked around the Quidditch changing rooms, hoping to see the other three before they went on. As a rule, Remus never flew. He hated flying, and preferred to sit at the side and read while watching the other three, avoiding or catching the ball if it fell. However, when he went in this time all he saw was Sirius in his kit, doing up his shoelace, black hair pulled back into a loose plait. Why it was tied like that, Remus didn't know, but it was hot.

And if he had anther thought like that, he'd be shot. Bang.

"Hey, where are the others?"

"They're being lame and didn't come. Wormtail got food poisoning and Prongsie wanted to try a new spell he learnt to cure it. I think they'll need you when we get back."

"I best go back now, good luck with-"

"Come on with me."

Remus blinked dumbly. "Sorry?"

Sirius nudged his head in the direction of the pitch. "Come flying with me. It'll be fun."

"I don't think so; remember what happened in first year during flying lessons?" Remus asked, cringing at the thought.

"Oh, come on Moons, have you ever seen me fall off a broom?"

"Yes."

Sirius waved it off. "That was in second year when I was messing about, it's different now. I promise I won't let you fall."

There was a long pause where Sirius stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked up with puppy-dog eyes, and Remus glared with his hands planted firmly on his hips. "You owe me many, many bars of chocolate for this."

"That's my Remmie!" the Black said, grinning widely and grabbing the other's hands. "Now, let us be off to the land of Brooms!"

Remus shifted nervously and nodded, following the other out to the pitch. Sirius had two brooms in his hands, and handed one to Remus, mounting the other with practised ease and kicking off gracefully.

"Get on it then, I know you know how to kick off."

The Lupin did as he was told and kicked at the floor, wobbling a little when he was hovering off the ground, legs swinging a little. A winning grin from Sirius made the larger part of his nervousness vanish; however it was placed with an unsettling butterfly feeling that made him giddy.

"Now, you just need to steady yourself,"

The two were further up in the air in a matter of seconds, though one of Remus' hands had left the broom in favour of clinging to Sirius' arm like it was a life line, looking down at the ground with a panicky expression.

"Are we even aloud to be out here?" the shorter boy demanded. "I'm not on the team; I don't have rights to practise…or something."

"Don't be so silly, Moons. As long as I'm with you it should be fine."

"Should be?"

Sirius shrugged and leant forward on his broom a little, pushing it forward. Remus was half tempted to let go of the strong arm, but decided against it and willed his broom to move.

And it did, and they flew. And no one fell off their broom, which was a good thing. Sirius kept cracking jokes about Remus' Gryffindor courage and eventually the boy let go and proved what 'Gryffindor courage' he had. Of course, Remus was a born marauder; once he got the hang of something, nothing was going to stop him until he fell.

A fire cracker whizzed past him, making his broom spin round quickly and he lost his balance, heading backwards to the ground below, broom falling next to him. Stormy grey eyes shot a dark look at where the distraction had come from before dashing forward, leaning against the wooden broom and attempting to reach Remus before Remus reached the ground.

He did. They were about six foot away from going splat when he caught Moony in his left arm, the boy's legs on the broom. Sirius yelped at the weight and the broom stooped, making Remus' arm fly around the pale neck and grip tightly, worried he would fall again.

"Ah, Moony…I can't breathe…"

"S-sorry…but that was scary!"

Sirius shot him a winning grin and shifted the other boy. "Get on it properly, I have a plan," he rolled his eyes at the fearful look he got. "I didn't let you fall, did I?"

When Remus was mounted comfortably in front of Sirius, the two flew to where the firecracker had come from, strong pale arms wrapped round a thin waist so hands could reach the front, a pair of darker ones settled on them, gripping tightly

"James, you prat. What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sirius demanded, glaring at the piece of cloth that was the Gryffindor stand. After a few moments, the face of a sheepish looking deer-boy popped up.

"Ah…hey guys, how are you?"

Remus went wild, leaning forwards to try get James. "I fell off the broom because of you!"

"Pads caught you!"

"I don't care! What if he hadn't?! What if I landed and my head split open?!"

The broom faulted a little and Remus shot back, pressing himself against said catcher, who looked over-balanced.

"Did you fix Wormtail's food poisoning?" Sirius asked, looking pointedly at James to say 'go along with it'.

James understood. "Yeah, I did. It wasn't anything much, you know? We couldn't have an ill marauder. How's life?"

"Life is good, life is good."

Remus rolled his eyes and relaxed a little again, though he didn't move away from Sirius. "Let's go now then; I want to see if Wormy really is better."

"You lack faith in me, Moony!" James exclaimed, putting one hand on his heart and one on his forehead.

"I do, now let's go, I like having my feet on the ground thank you very much."

The black haired boy grinned. "I like it here; it's nice and cool, refreshing."

Remus glared. He glared hard.

"Padfoot is right, Moony," James said, causing himself to be on the receiving end of the werewolf glare. "Besides, you two just look so adorable right now."

He backed away laughing before he got hit again, grinning at the matching pink faces and the fact the two had scooted as far away from each other as possible, while still being one person.

"I think we should land," Sirius said.

"Me too."

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It made most sense; get a girlfriend and no one can say you're gay. Lily was an option, she'd suggested it, but James would be devastated, and he couldn't sacrifice the marauders bond just so they'd stop thinking he was gay or something. He supposed if he begged Alice, she'd know where he was coming from and agree to helping him retain his dignity, although then he'd have to beg Frank as well, and while the boy would agree he would laugh all along with that 'I totally don't believe you' thing.

Turning over in his bed, the werewolf looked at the curtains next to him. James was in between him and Sirius, Peter on Sirius' far side, and Frank next to Peter. There were other beds along the wall opposite, one of them belonging to Jeremy, Sirius' arch rival in the Gryffindor tower. It was really all one big joke, where the two were constantly at competition to see who could bag the most girls by the end of the year.

Until Jeremy was caught in a cupboard with another boy. That made the girls and guys go crazy for him, and Sirius gave up in three seconds flat. As far as most girls were concerned, gay guys were hot. And there was a rumour the two had played 'tongue hockey' and Sirius lost. Remus didn't really understand what that meant, but oh well.

"It's him!" Remus hissed, springing up and looking across to where Jeremy's bed was. "That explains so much!"

"What's who Moons?" came a grumbling from his left.

Amber eyes looked over to James' bed. "Nothing Prongs, go back to sleep."

There was a grunt before everything fell silent again.

That was that, he was going to help set Paddy up with his dream man. He would not fail!

Because he didn't care…

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Kitty: Oo; where'd that come from?

R+R C+C, you know the drill! I had such a lovely response from the last chapter, I had to update so soon…and my internet's broken…that might've had something to do with it.

Well, ja ne

Kivea

Preview –

"Hey Jeremy!"

"Oh, hey Lupin. How are you?"

"I'm fine thanks, yourself?"

"I'm okay…can I help you with anything?"

"Not really, just bored and looking for someone to chat to, you know? Sirius and James at practise, Pete off…somewhere."

"How about we go sit over there? It's nice and quiet…"

"Ha, you read my mind."